When the sun rises,

People start their day,

Going every direction,

For the dreams they uphold.

Ordinary routine is boring,

Find a way out to put some color.

Survive in the tough environments,

After all there is full of sweet.

Fight for what you believe,

Continue and continue,

It’s a beauty that we make it happen....

In the early morn, as I arise,

Nature's symphony fills the skies.

Birds sing their songs, a sweet refrain,

Welcoming the day, free from strain.

But as the city wakes from slumber,

The sounds of laughter start to lumber.

Children's giggles, carried on the breeze,

Echoing through the urban trees.

They run and play in fields so wide,

Their innocence, a joyful tide.

Their clothes now stained with di...

Buildings hide the sun’s golden rod -

Grey giants reaching for the skies.

Blocks of colour break up their façade  -

Neon signs blinding my eyes.

Scampering fast, whiskers twitch –  

rats, each city-dweller’s pet.

“Get out of the way, bitch.”

Good deeds a growing debt.

Garbage, urine, lingering BO,

City’s perfume wafting to and fro.

Shouting people, clacking trains,

Urban’s best endless refrain...

Too loud in this town,

that holds a gold crown it's foamy thunder-head.

A spinning halo spanning the stout skyline;

Standstill.

Five fingers deep in the North Sea I plunge.

As it soaks my seaweed seemed gloves,

foreignly wired eyes spark ill-interest on my absurd ways.

The wild pidgeons here tweet that I harbour street cred

while their iridescent necks bob back and forth

Their requite liquida...

Oh, Great City

How we love thee

Skyscrapers obscure

The sky above me

Bags of refuse

Line the streets

Foraging

Rats compete for

Restaurant seats

The club scene

drips with

Methamphetamine

As unauthorized Elmo

Curses me

For giving him nothing

Corrupted leaders

Keep taxing, spending

Never ending

But we keep reelecting

Forgiving them everything

For, oh Great City

How we love thee....

Corners.

Hidden places for tiny treasures.

Make someones day by any measures.

Crannies.

Cracks in our sidewalk, where green things rest.

And swallows on iron beams weaving their nests....

The bus grumbles by, screeching to a halt

a few feet from a local haunt reeking of malt

A quick “Thank you” to the bus driver and then a hop from the steps onto the concrete

The haunt, a dive bar favorite,

a place the unconventional gather and feel complete

I walk up, the click of my heeled shoes in rhythm with traffic as it passes -

one car, two clicks forward, exhaust pipes trumpeting thei...

Something subjectively terrible happens so you love me

DMT, DBT, DMV

Something objectively parable happens so you leave me

Bible study, Bible study

DMT, DBT, DMV...

Market stalls

Sidewalk balls

As the fashion drifts on through

A man smoking his fifth cigarette on the corner of an avenue

A cat fight in the ally behind the bakery

Where the baker makes his bagels to the highest of quality

A woman screams of the end of days

As a man rushes to catch his train

Offices upon offices stacked up high

Tips of skyscrapers caressing the sky

Cars drive past

Their ...

The silver of a concrete wall

in shade before the dawn

as streetlights give way to the sun

and one by one they're gone

The rhythm of pedestrians

as back and forth they walk

with heels on sidewalks, hands on phones

to fill the air with talk

The rushing of the traffic

meets the singing of a dove

and the steady dripping of a pipe

that's leaking high above

A door held for a stranger

and a high-five...